I never created DC canon.
Reverend Howell winced from body aches as he remained on his bed. The main thing he remembered was swaying from side to side occasionally a few minutes ago. He knew that he didn't sway from the usual battle with territorial and hungry creatures in Smallville.
Waves of nausea. Reverend Howell started to toss and turn occasionally. Perhaps this was his punishment for being a preacher of one alien able to control others with parasites.
A handful of hours went by before Reverend Howell started to feel better.
Reverend Howell was queasy another time the minute he viewed Martha cooking vegetables.
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